Hey Rosetta
Open Arms
open arms i was starved white desert ground i was dry a hungry child i lived my life dotted 'i's knotted fingers toed the line i lived my life dotted 'i's these knotted fingers toed the line then your open arms, your open arms, your open arms
i've been crying all of my life i guess and all my smiles were just cringing and tired now your sleeves are drying my eyes i find these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright i've been crying all of my life but here entwined in sinew and fire
From Letras Mania